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grammargirlToday was one of those days. One of those Late-for-everything, missing-meetings, going-to-the-wrong-class-two-weeks-into-the-damn-semester, watch-breaking, unable-to-eat, not-enough-time-to-shower-because-I-ignored-my-alarm-again, pissy-uterus days. We are Not Amused. Luckily, I have my 3000+ iPod library on shuffle to keep me entertained. The musical juxtapositions have been awesome; I think my favorite sequence thus far was Me First and the Gimme Gimmes-->Ani DiFranco-->80s Madonna.
Sometimes I really wish I could just go to sleep and wake up, with thesis and incomplete work finished, in mid-April. I'd say late April, just in time for graduation, but then I'd miss Penguicon and that would be all kinds of suck.
As it is, the paper that I discovered on Monday was due two days later than I thought is now due tomorrow, and I have to come up with a reasonable chunk of thesis for workshopping on Wednesday, which means I actually have to e-mail it out on Monday. Damn you, Sara Blair, and your infernal insistence on submitting drafts ahead of time! Much as I'm dreading the awful job market ahead of me, I am really looking forward to being able to entirely forget about work as soon as I'm off the clock.
Tomorrow is my Day From Hell: Work 11-1, class 2:30-4 and 4-6, work 6-12. I might have to squeeze a make-up meeting with my thesis advisor in there somewhere, too. All I can say is that my uterus damn well better be behaving itself by then.
Sometimes I really wish I could just go to sleep and wake up, with thesis and incomplete work finished, in mid-April. I'd say late April, just in time for graduation, but then I'd miss Penguicon and that would be all kinds of suck.
As it is, the paper that I discovered on Monday was due two days later than I thought is now due tomorrow, and I have to come up with a reasonable chunk of thesis for workshopping on Wednesday, which means I actually have to e-mail it out on Monday. Damn you, Sara Blair, and your infernal insistence on submitting drafts ahead of time! Much as I'm dreading the awful job market ahead of me, I am really looking forward to being able to entirely forget about work as soon as I'm off the clock.
Tomorrow is my Day From Hell: Work 11-1, class 2:30-4 and 4-6, work 6-12. I might have to squeeze a make-up meeting with my thesis advisor in there somewhere, too. All I can say is that my uterus damn well better be behaving itself by then.
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Date: 2004-01-22 09:47 am (UTC)Um, sorry for the crapish/hell day combo, but at least things can only get up, right? I know that you'll come out with a stellar paper and shit, and hey, bad days are good to laugh at. I can certainly sympathize at any rate, as my last couple posts can attest.
Hope things go up, and, if you find the time ever, lemme know more dish about p-boi. Ah, the tangled lives we lead, but, while I'm completely unclear on the implications of the meeting in person stuff, I do know that I hope whatever you want to come out of it comes out of it. (erm, pun really really unintentional there; sorry. I am very hung over, and now drinking beer to compinsate because I am bad bad bad like that)